Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.